


Netflix and chill

by bonesonmyface



Category: Justice League (2017)
Genre: Flashborg - Freeform, Idk I think there's a fair amount of plot, M/M, Smut, also awkwardness, also slight Star Wars spoilers, awkward cyborg sex, everything about this is awkward, not really - Freeform, probably PWP too?
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2017-11-27
Updated: 2017-11-27
Packaged: 2019-02-07 14:56:39
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,892
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12843588
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/bonesonmyface/pseuds/bonesonmyface
Summary: Barry invites Victor over to watch some Netflix.





	Netflix and chill

Moving at light speed definitely had its advantages, given the right situation, but on the same hand it made one thing almost unbearable: waiting.  
  
Waiting for others, most of the time, _because everyone was just so slow._ It made him feel anxious, and he started to fidget, not knowing what to do with his hands and contemplating if he should use the time and his speed to clean out more of his hideout, pretending that he didn't spend the last 30 minutes doing just that: cleaning out old pizza boxes, but of course not all of them, Barry wanted it to look casual.  
  
But also not like he was some kind of messy person, because he really wasn't, but should he really make it look like he was trying hard to make it look presentable? It would be obvious now, would it? But then again, people probably expected him to have enough time to clean up his shit, right? What were the social standards on situations like that?  
  
He should definitely clean this up some more. Now that he thought about it, this whole place looked rather messy. Maybe he should rearrange the furniture - he liked it that way, but Victor might find it horribly uncomfortable – was it normal he was fussing over his interior style when it was just his buddy paying him a visit?  
  
Most probably, especially when you were crushing on them.  
  
“Hey Barry.” Victor greeted and when exactly did he arrive anyway? He obviously hadn't heard him over his anxiety and now it was too late to fix anything and hide evidence of any horrible life choices he might have made. Great. “Where are the others?”  
  
The others. Barry's eyes nearly bulged at that. “Uhm.. I.. might have forgotten to invite them?”

Lie.

It was one. He didn't even consider to invite them in the first place and – would Vic know if he lied to him? Even if it was just a small thing like this one? Would he notice the distress Barry was in from bending the truth _just slightly_? Would his adrenaline peak just a little? Or was this his modus operandi? Wasn't Barry kind of on edge in most situations anyway? Could Victor read him like an open book in any situation of life? Wasn't that awkward?  
  
Well, whatever his stats said, blushing and rubbing his neck, as well as not meeting his friends eyes probably told enough already. Great.

“You said movie night. I thought you would invite the rest of the League.” Victor shrugged and shoved a few boxes in front of Barry's face. “Anyway, I brought you snacks.”  
  
“First of all, you need to quote me correctly: I said _Netflix night_ , not _movie night_ , and yes, there is a difference.” When he eyed the boxes, he started to panic again. He – shit, he forgot the snacks!  
  
Well, he always had stuff lying around of course, his shaky blood sugar practically demanded it, but.. he didn't get popcorn. There should be popcorn, right?? At least, he had some cans of beer left in his fridge.. but did Victor even like beer? Would alcohol have any effect? Did he drink at all? Barry had never seen him drinking. Where would it all go to anyway? And what if he despised beer? _Why didn't he think of shopping beforehand?_

“Barry?”

“Oh- err.” he had spaced out and surely Victor expected him to say something now. “Ahh- thanks, man.” Taking the boxes from him and opening the first lid, his eyes flickered from the contents to Victor. “Did you hack into my delivery history?”

Because this was Pepperoni, olives, and jalapeños, the best toppings there were, and definitely his favorites. And if Victor knew this, how much more of his internet activity was he aware of? What weird shit did he google as of late, and would Victor find his obsession with BLACKPINK disturbing, and when was the last time he -  
  
"Of course not. You had a ten minute monologue with Alfred about how much you loved it the other day, and I overheard. That's all."  
  
Oh.  
  
"Oh." No hacking then. Victor was a nice guy. His friend and teammate. They fistbumped to seal the deal, after all. _Relax, Barry._

\--  
  
They took a seat in the back then, on a small couch in the far corner of his hideout, in front of a screen connected to a PS4, and Barry got them the beer, anxiety kicking in, making him move fast. He didn't exactly want to run from his buddy, but he didn't want to make a fool of himself either. They had just bonded over fighting earth-endangering alien things, Barry didn't want to ruin it. At least, he didn't trip.

It turned out that Victor did indeed drink, and gladly accepted the cheap booze, while Barry busied himself picking out something to watch. "Sooo.. I guess we start with a movie, unless you are more the binge-watching type of guy?"

Victor just shrugged. _Really_ , who would shrug at such a question? Bruce would, probably. But just because he wouldn't know what Netflix was. Victor was different.

"A movie is fine, I guess. How about that one?"

Barry leaned over, resting his elbows on his knees and squinting slightly. "Star Wars?"

"Yeah, why not? Heard it's good?"

Waaaiit. Barry blinked a few times, before turning his head to eye Victor. He had trouble not to look at him in dismay, because _really.._ he had to be kidding. "You haven't seen Star Wars?"

Again, Victor just shrugged as if this was a thing one could be indifferent over. It was _Star Wars_. "Yeah, why?"

Barry was starting to reconsider this friendship.

\--

So, they ended up watching _A New Hope_ , and Barry had plenty of time to process this information over the three boxes of pizza in his lap. Maybe Victor just wasn't into popular media so much? But then again, who hadn't seen Star Wars?! Was he more of a Star Trek kind of guy? Was that it? Maybe he was more into medieval stories? Game of Thrones maybe or maybe he liked the Transformer movies now, given everything? That was rude, he should never ask him about Transformers. Or Terminator. Nuh-uh.

Barry watched him from the corner of his eyes, all the while chewing on his pizza. He knew Victor was into sports, into football.. maybe he just didn't have enough time?

"You alright?" Shit.  
  
He blushed upon being caught staring for too long. Probably for getting so worked up too. Right, Victor could read his stats and stuff. Probably. _Could he really?_ Barry wanted to ask, but he also wanted him to enjoy the movie, so he just nodded and tried to keep his mouth shut and eyes glued to the screen.  
  
It didn't last very long though.

Because, the problem was, that Victor showed exactly no reaction. He didn't laugh at the RD-D2 & C-3PO scenes, didn't even grin. Okay, well, it wasn't a comedy movie after all, but what about a little reaction?  
He waited to the part where Luke discovers his uncle and aunt's tragic death, and again, his eyes wandered over to Victor, who showed no damn reaction. _Really, now!?_

He knew the guy was capable of them. _Emotions._ They had fought side by side together and he had witnessed it, the compassion Victor had felt for humanity in general, the love and worry for his father. Camaraderie. The fistbump. All very highly emotional things.

So, was he just not into it? Did he hate it? _The movie?_ Movies in general, or.. Barry's company? Did he hate being alone with him? It was different than from fighting on a team. Shit, did Barry unintentionally force him to watch?  
Or did he not understand? Was the plot hard to get without context? It was just _technically_ the fourth movie in the series, but the first in the trilogy, and someone like Victor shouldn't have trouble following the plot, he could probably just go online and check for summaries on IMDb if he needed them.  
  
Eventually, Barry just started explaining. It was a relief, he didn't know why he had suggested watching a movie in the first place, when he had trouble keeping his mouth shut while watching it.

Maybe because he technically didn't have experience in watching movies with friends. _Right._  
  
So, he tried to give background information on almost every scene there was. How it was made, knowledge about the endless behind the scenes he had watched, that they made new movies now, how one of them connected to the DeathStar, how dramatic they were and that he couldn't wait to find out how the story would develop from there on, because so many old characters were back and he needed to know how it would go - and he also accidentally spoiled some parts of _The Empire strikes back_ , oops.

But Victor didn't seem to notice, and he didn't seem to be annoyed either, because there was actually a small smile on his lips and Barry grinned back, because they were making progress, right?

And damn, that smile was so beautiful on him, and so much more interesting than Star Wars, apparently.

So, Barry kept talking, kept giving him more information and it actually worked! Victor's smile grew, he even kept throwing him side-glances every now and then and it made the speedster feel more at ease, too.

He couldn't sit still, he could barely shut up most of the time, and if he was honest with himself, watching a movie had been some poor excuse to spend time with his teammate anyway. It was a relief Victor didn't entirely seem to hate him when he was acting, _well_ , normal.

At one point, Victor actually laughed out loud, or made more like a snorting sound, and turned to Barry in one of the most important scenes – Obi-Wan's fight against Darth Vader – and it left Barry feeling puzzled, because it wasn't a funny scene, but an important one, and _hey_ – he really should watch the screen now and not Barry – even though the speedster didn't mind _that_ much, but -

“Did you just spoil the plottwist of the entire trilogy for me?” Victor snickered and Barry's brain went back over what he had just told him about Vader somewhere in a sentence, and Luke & Leia, and-  
  
“Shit.”

“You're the worst person to ever watch a movie with.” he still laughed at him and wait – was Victor _really_ laughing at him? Because that was kind of mean and hurtful and - “Wait- what. You know the trilogy?”

“Dude, of course I do!” Victor still laughed, but Barry wasn't so sure if it was directed at him or.. _had he just been played?_ Barry was still looking rather incredulous, or maybe shocked, _probably both._ “Of course I do. Who hasn't seen Star Wars?”

Barry looked stunned. _Indignant,_ but for real this time. “What the hell-”

“Look man.. I knew you hadn't invited the others over, _I only brought snacks for you_.” Oh, yeah. Right. That's what Barry had been wondering about for a short moment, before his appetite had kicked in.  
But what was he implying? Was he implying at all? Why would Victor fuck him over? Was that his sense of humor? And people told him he was the weird one..  
  
“Then why would are you shitting me?” This time, he didn't meet his eyes, and he rather looked back to the screen as the Falcon fights its way through the TIE-Fighters. It hurt just a little bit, he didn't like being made fun of, it reminded him too much of school, but if that was the way this friendship would go, he could learn to get used to it, probably.  
  
“Because you look adorable all wound up.”

Wait.

“What.” he blurted out, before he could even stop the word slipping out of his mouth and his eyes snapped back to Victor's. Did he get that right? He probably misheard. But Victor was smiling at him, a smile far more genuine and bright, and he looked like he would mean it, but -

He should probably do something. _Say something._ Victor was waiting. He was, wasn't he? And he meant it – he couldn't possibly play him, again, that would be just too cruel.  
Victor was a good guy, his friend, his maybe-more-than friends friend, and he wouldn't lie about something like that, right? That would be just as cruel as letting him wait for an answer to a rather vague proposition, and, _oh_ , Victor was still waiting for him to say something..  
  
“How does Jabba the Hut die?” Barry deadpanned and watched him in suspense. Victor surely didn't see that one coming now, _but really_ , neither had Barry himself.  
  
Victor's smile didn't falter, but now gave him a look as if he had said something funny. Barry's expression was still dead serious, despite the blush. “Leia strangled him with the chain, why?”  
  
Barry was on him in the second, placing his knees on each side over Cyborg's lap and melting their lips together. It was awkward and their noses bumped in his attempt to move, but he tried to make up in enthusiasm what he lacked in experience. Feeling Victor grin into the kiss, the man grabbed his hips firmly, pushing him off just a little.  
It made Barry panic, did he go too fast? Did he misinterpret things again? Had it been a joke, or?

“Barry, calm down.” he told him quietly and with a laugh, but not without pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his lips. And just like that, slowly and with way more finesse, Victor dragged his lips over Barry's, making the speedster whimper in return.

He felt his knees giving out and it was a good thing he was kneeling already, making him awkwardly sit back on Victor's thighs, but not for long. His team member wrapped a strong arm around his waist and pulled him in, flush against his chest.

The speedster yelped into the kiss, and Victor used the moment to sneak his tongue past his lips, sliding it against Barry's, who tried his damnest to keep up with the pace.  
Pheww. That certainly was a new one. He would just have to go with the flow, mimic Victor, it would be fine, wouldn't it?

He looked at Victor, who had his eyes closed and – wait, should he close his eyes too? Was it expected of him? It was weird that he stared, right?

Victor broke the kiss and laughed, again, which made Barry's heart skip a beat or two for sure, and he looked up at the speedster. “Stop overthinking. You're doing fine.”

Barry released a breath he didn't realize he was holding, and then Vic pulled him in again, moving his lips against his jawline this time, and his neck, _and damn_ , that felt really really good and was it okay to moan, because it was what he had just done, or would it seem overeager? Needy?  
  
Well, Barry _was_ overeager and _needy._ He didn't care that Victor was laughing again, something told him he wasn't exactly laughing _at_ him, but _with_ him, for the pure exception that Barry didn't laugh along, _yes,_ but maybe because he apparently found Barry _adorable_ , which really differed a lot from his own perception of himself, but if Victor liked it, who was he to complain.

“You're such a nerd.” Victor told him, when he scraped his teeth along Barry's neck and wow, that was kind of rude. Was it? He didn't say a word though, in fear of Victor maybe stop doing what he did with his mouth, and wrapped his arms around his neck instead, more like holding on as he tried grinding down, getting more comfortable, trying to gain some friction, because it felt _so good_ , and it was a sexy thing people did in situations like these, right?

And, _oh man_ , so, Victor wasn't exactly emitting body heat, and Barry knew that there was only little of the original Victor Stone's actual body left, but there was something poking against his bottom that _definitely wasn't a flashlight._ Or was it? Hopefully not, he would have to make the pun.

“W-what?” Barry muttered, eyebrows raising in question, and it was the first time this night, _or ever,_ he saw something like discomfort flash over Victor's face. Still, he couldn't keep his mouth shut. “You have a -”

“Cock? Yeah. Look, you have 30 seconds for inappropriate jokes on that.”

Barry didn't though. Why would he? It wasn't odd or weird, at least not more than he himself was. Or this situation in general.  
It was fascinating. “But why do you-”

“I don't know man. See, I only just realized it myself a few days ago. This body keeps on changing and apparently, my father thought it useful to really _enjoy life_ again? Don't ask me.”

“Oh man, that's great. Bless your dad.”

“Yeah, look, I would rather not talk about my farther right now.”

“Alright, got it.” Barry grinned broadly, and silently agreed that he would rather see for himself now and not talk this through.

Damn, he was nervous about fucking up, about being too weird, but somehow, Victor seemed to be almost equally nervous, given the way he ignored his own words about calming down and the obvious little tremor in his hands – was it the nerves? The Cyborg nerves? Uh – the wires? Or maybe, Barry's irresistible charms during sexy times? Yeah – _probably not._  
  
Barry still grinned when Victor's cold hands caught a hold of the shirt he was wearing and pulled it up, and, _yeah_ , Barry got the hint that it would probably be good to remove these, because as soon as he was out of it, Victor put his lips back on him and Barry was in heaven.

Apparently, Victor didn't mind the whimpering, or the fidgeting, because he was still smiling, and putting an arm around Barry's waist again, maybe to stop him from squirming so much, but he was making noises too, which must mean he had fun as well, right?

However, his brain short-circuited when Victor put a hand on his lower regions and started working on his zipper. And then there was a hand around his dick and _he totally didn't just almost hiccup in shock due to the contact_ , totally not.

It was really nice, and Barry leaned forwards, hiding his face in Victor's neck, while his friend continued to stroke just in the right way, and, _oh man_ , how much experience did he even have before..?

Probably not something one should ask right now, so he settled for moaning and pressing his face against metal and the fabric of Victor's hood, until he realized that maybe he should do something as well.  
Oh. Yeah, probably. _Don't be so selfish, Barry._ Victor had said something about enjoying himself earlier, so it was probably up to him to find out how much he could.

So he pushed himself off just slightly, and equally trembling hands tried opening Victor's pants, brushing over the rather prominent bulge inside more than just a few times.  
Beneath him, Victor had gone still though.  
  
_Shit._ “Okay?”

Victor shrugged. _He shrugged._ Really now, who _shrugged_ in these situations?! “Sure, but – you don't have to. I know it's weird-”

“I _want_ to, Vic.”  


And Victor looked at him, calculating, or maybe dumbfounded, Barry couldn't tell it apart, before he nodded, giving his okay.  
The speedster fiddled with the zipper some more, hands still shaking and then he pulled him out and okay. _Okay._ Damn, he should've made that RoboCock pun early, because now he definitely lacked the patience. Or brain cells. _Both._ Also, timing.

It looked like one. A real dick. Well, not like Barry's, it was broad, and made of metal of course, but it was also chrome and shining, and smooth, and so fucking pretty. Barry stared, far longer than it was appropriate, and when he looked back up to Victor, the man gave him a nervous glance.

Barry wrapped his hand around him before he could say the word, _and oh_ , he knew Victor had sensors and stuff, but finding out they applied to _every_ inch of his body was a surprise, but a pleasant one.  
Actually, Barry was grinning like a child on Christmas upon finding out, especially when it made Victor groan and close his eyes. “This is fucking great.” Barry decided, and continued stroking, just like Victor did before.

Vic was weirdly flexible too in his hand, despite the metal. Like a rad sex toy. _God, he could never tell him that, right?_ Would be awfully rude. But it made him have an idea.

  
“Oh- oh. Let me- can I-” he sat up a little, bending his knees and wriggling out of his pants.  


Victor helped him, but his look was still skeptical. Concerned, maybe. “Have you ever done it?”

“-no. You?”

“Not like this.”

Barry nodded. “That's fair. Just let me-” Okay, so he had never used lightspeed trying to wiggle out of his pants, and then furthermore to run pantless and with a hard-on, getting some lotion from the drawer across the room, but as far as he was concerned, Victor couldn't see anyway, and he was already back in his lap, all hopeful, _and nervous_ , eyes smiling back at him as he put the tin in his friends hand.

“Get on your back.” There was still concern written all over his face, but, as far as Barry could tell, he was also kind of into the idea, because his pupils were blown and _he hadn't beaten him up_ , yet.

So, of course he complied, getting on his back on the couch, letting Victor spread his legs and.. do his work. God, it was awkward, and weird, and Barry looked at the ceiling for the pure shame of this revealing position, but if he thought about it, then all of this was _fucking weird_ , really. Being into your best buddy, lying about not being into Star Wars, Robodicks, and using light speed without your pants on. And, _well_ , his own inexperience.  
  
He was putting his legs on Victor's shoulder, because he had seen dudes in porn doing that, and well, _dudes in porn_ pretty much covered his entire experience in this, so that was that.  


After a while, it changed from weird and cold and stiff, to actually kind of nice, _and oh,_ Victor was looking at him like that.. hungry was it? And also, he really didn't get tired of touching this nice spot and it had Barry pant and move to meet him half-way.

“Okay, so, this is good. Really fucking good.” he started to babble eventually, because feedback was important, right? And keeping his mouth shut was hard anyway.  
  
And then, Victor stopped and pulled back completely, leaving Barry to squeak in protest. “W-what?”

“You know, this could go wrong, I could hurt you, given that it's part of this body I can't control right, and -”

“Dude, isn't that normal?” Because really, he definitely didn't choose to get a boner in class this one time.

“Barry..” he sighed, and he probably thought he wasn't taken serious.

Barry sat up slightly, too fast probably, but really, this wasn't a situation of great patience. “Vic, I trust you. And – I know everyone things I'm kind of weak, because looking at the League, yeah, I'm probably the weakest link and all, but man, I think I learned how to take care of myself. Also, maybe it's a good thing if it hurts a little, huh?”

Barry still grinned, even when Victor reached out to nudge him and roll his eyes. “That's such a virgin thing to say.”

“Yeah, probably. But I really really want this, your hand felt good, so get that in me.” Did that only sound cringy in his own head? No, Victor made a face too. “Sorry. Come on, man.”

Victor finally did just that, positioning himself between his legs and all that stuff and _man_ , they were really doing this now. They locked eyes and Barry nodded again, smiled nervously, shoving his hips forward in a needy manner, but he was just that: _needy and impatient._

Scared too, Victor had a point in all of this, but Barry wasn't as breakable as they all thought he was. He could defend himself, if he had to. He could always run. And he had super fast healing.  
It was just – would Victor enjoy this? Yeah, Barry had barely any experience, and what if Victor's new body decided it didn't find him enjoyable at all and was it normal people started to have semi-panic attacks in consensual sex?

“Barry.. relax man. I got you.” It was said with so much feeling, and the glance of complete sympathy, he wondered how Victor could ever doubt his own humanity.

“Yeah.” Barry smiled and closed his eyes when Victor moved. It did hurt, but just slightly, being shot by aliens had been far worse to be honest. Victor was gentle, and it was sweet, _so thoughtful_ , and okay, maybe it hurt a lot more and Barry could really use some soothing words.  
  
“You okay, buddy?” Victor muttered softly after a few moments of him pressing his eyes shut. He even brought his hand up to caress his cheek. Aww.  
  
“Just need a moment maybe?”

Victor nodded, relieved, and leaned down to kiss him instead, softly, almost soothingly, and Barry smiled. _What a softie._

Dang, he probably was in love with the guy.

“This is weird, isn't it.” Barry told him, grinning, while he still tried to get used to the stretching feeling.

“It is pretty damn weird, man.” Victor chuckled, “Awkward too.”

“Sorry.”

Vic shook his head. “Don't apologize. I like this about you. It's you. I like you. And this.”

Barry's eyes closed and he only ever blushed just slightly. Aww. “Great. Let's.. uhm.. move.” he urged, already pushing forward to meet him halfway.

Yeah, it was pretty damn awkward, but so was most of his interaction with other people, and he was positive that it would get better with Victor very soon. They were friends. Bros. Ah- probably more than that. Now. _Hopefully._  
  
And actually, this started to feel pretty damn great. Barry put his head back on the armrest, exposing his throat and watching Victor move through lidded eyes. He even put his leg up, behind Victor, helping him get a nicer angle and also to pull him flush against him, wanting to feel his weight above him.

And _oh god_ , that really felt great, not being able to move, to be held down, _to be held_ , to be fucked by his best friend. Barry moaned freely now, arms snaking around Victor and clawing in the fabric of his hoodie, pulling, and nearly tearing the material.  
  
Every snap of Vic's hips brought sparks of lighting to his spine, it truly felt electrifying, like light speed, but better and he felt himself practically vibrating with energy.

The best thing about this was, that Victor seemed to enjoy it too. He grunted, and Barry bet it wasn't just from exhaustion, because could he even get tired? Probably not. _Good for him._  
  
Eventually, Victor's hand found its way to his dick – and fuck, the contrast of cold metal against his skin had him whimper. It wasn't long until he was gone, too much stimuli at once, and he definitely made it be known, babbling nonsense consisting of Victor's name, of _yesyesyes_ and probably some more swearwords, but he was too far gone to worry.  
  
He came with a shout and the arch of his back, and, _oh god_ , he never came so hard that he would actually see white light and – well, unceremoniously pass out.

Only for a minute or so, but damn – it was intense, and awkward, but also so so much at once, and then he felt Victor stirring beside him. Oh right, he was still there, and apparently slumped down right next to him.

The credits of A New Hope were crawling over the screen as Barry wrestled an arm free, rubbing it over Vic's back. “Hey.. are you alright?”

“Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?” came the muffled reply and Victor lifted his head to smile at him. “Are you?”

Barry grinned broadly. “I'm great.”

“'m glad.” Victor leaned in again, nuzzling his cheek or something and then kissing it, and, aww, still so sweet in the afterglow.

Wait. It was Barry's afterglow. “Uhm.. but what about.. did you..?”

“Think so, yeah.”

Barry raised an eyebrow. “You think so? Doesn't sound very convincing to me.”

He actually had the decency to laugh again. “Man, I don't know.. I think I short-circuited when you came.”

Barry's eyes nearly bulged.

“No, no, no, relax. It was fine. Felt nice. Felt good.”

Okay, that was something he could work with. That was pretty damn great actually.

“So we can do this again?” he asked, all grinning and big, hopeful eyes.  
  
“Sure. I haven't seen Lord of the Rings yet.”

“What!” Barry gasped, not sure how much of his shock was fake. “Okay, so I'm seriously contemplating my offer.”

“You're not. Come here.” Victor pulled his face close, shutting him up properly in one of his new favorite ways.

 

**Author's Note:**

> Alright, so, first of all, I would like to apologize if this was awkward to read, it was most likely equally awkward to write, but then again, that's kind of how I imagine Barry Allen's first time to go down anyway.
> 
> And the thing about RoboCocks - look, I'm sorry, I don't know what the fandom consent about Flashborg sex is, there aren't too many fanfictions out yet, I didn't want to copy from the few great ones I have read so far, so I figured I would just write it.. like that. Yeah.
> 
> Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. Feel free to leave a comment, or hit me up on [my tumblr](https://very-competitive-ice-dancing.tumblr.com/)


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